“Do you believe in magic in an enemy’s heart?
How the blood can free you, whenever it starts,
And it’s magic, if the blood is flowing.
It makes you feel fertile like a crop you’re sowing.
I’ll tell you about the magic, and it’ll free your soul,
But too many blood rituals can take their toll.

If you believe in magic, come along with me.
We’ll dance until morning ’til there’s just you and me.
And maybe, if the blood is right,
I’ll meet you tomorrow, sort of late at night.
And we’ll go dancing, baby, then you’ll see
How the magic’s in the blood and the blood’s in me.”
-The Bloody Spoonful

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